Tag: Feel Good

Friends, they make the world spin around don’t they? Without them we’d be bored, lonely and serious deprived of conversation.

One of absolute fav human-beans is my ex flat-mate and London soul mate – Sinead! (The only person I’m allowed to spoon except my boyfriend).

Me and Sinead have that ‘twin thing’, we’d don’t always agree but we get each other in a way I’ve not really experienced before. She’s the cheese to my pickle.

Not only that but she’s a very talented Charity PR Manager who made the jump into a totally new field in order to follow her dreams to the ‘perfect job’ – but does that really exist? Sinead is here to tell you more…

No, had I not been catapulted into the world of gut health due to my illness, a book like this would have gone completely unnoticed as I scanned the shelves of Waterstones…but I’m SO glad I bought it, because it has completely changed the way I view my body.

“I’d REALLY like to unfriend someone I went to school with on Facebook, because they generally made me feel like crap as a teenager, but I can’t bring myself to pull the trigger. It’s like they’ve still got a hold on me, even after all this time. I want to move on with my life, and get rid of the negative people in it, I just don’t know what the repercussions might be.”

Most of us are guilty of accepting friend requests simply because we don’t want to rock the boat, it’s often easier to say yes, than it is to say no. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t do it…

Not sure when #CoupleGoals became a thing, perhaps around the same time as #SquadGoals? But anytime that particular phrase pops up alongside an image of two young things, I simply edit it in my mind to #lookhowfuckinggreatwethinkwearegoals.

Once upon a time, if you went on holiday for a fortnight you effectively dropped off the face of the earth as far as friends and family were concerned.

No phones, no social media channels to update..and checking in at the airport genuinely meant checking in. The only sign you’d survived the journey would be a battered postcard, and if your ‘beach bod’ plans didn’t quite come to fruition it didn’t matter because only your loved ones were with you. Am I the only one who thinks these were the golden days of travel?

The first my friends would have heard about any holidays would have been a handful of printed blurry snaps, some fading tan lines and a slighty dodgy braid in my hair.

When did holidaying become less about actually having a holiday, and more about how that holiday looks to everyone else?

I’ve done it myself, posted fairly benign images of toes in the sand, drink in hand and chilling on my beach towel…but even as I’ve done it, a large part of my brain has been asking ‘what was that for? Was it really necessary?’ Am I the only one? Nope….

The first time I went to Brighton, it was really by mistake. My boyfriend and I had missed our flight to Barcelona by 15 minutes, and after crying my eyes out at the check in desk for some considerable time…we rebooked for the next morning and decided to hop the train to Brighton for the day, rather than feeling sorry for ourselves.

I’ve never missed a flight again, but I’ve always had a fondness for Brighton and have been back several times since. It is a place that makes me happy and I hope after reading this you’ll see why.

About five years ago if you’d told me some of my mates would be entering body-building competitions this summer – I’d have probably laughed! Not because body-building is something embarrassing or weird, but because I couldn’t have envisaged any of my girly-gals getting into it. It just wasn’t a mainstream thing back then.

However, in the last few years there seems to be an increasing number of women who not only want to get ripped, but flex their muscles on the big stage too. ‘Strong not Skinny’ has gone global, and lots of us seem to want a slice of the protein pie!

It’s been about six months since my initial UC diagnosis, and I wanted to share the story so far and update on the battle with who/what to believe.

One of the most infuriating things about UC is that nobody knows what causes it, or how to cure it (at least not yet). It is commonly believed to be an underlying genetic thing (in the medical community) – so if you’re meant to get it you probably will at some stage or another. I don’t know how much I believe this, and often wonder what life would be like if I hadn’t gotten food poisoning just over a year ago and awakened the beast.